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I find it easy to make friends, sometimes.
I befriend those around me.
Those who move too fast, those who drag so slow.
Those who change, those who shift and realign.
Those who smile, those who cry.
Some who are a mix of both.
The hardest to befriend are those who care so little; lost within themselves, forgotten like a dream.
Those who refuse to be held, to be cared for.
Those who take the terrifying edge into oblivion.
Sometimes, befriending ourselves can be quite the challenge.
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
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I find it easy to make friends, sometimes.
I befriend those around me.
Those who move too fast, those who drag so slow.
Those who change, those who shift and realign.
Those who smile, those who cry.
Some who are a mix of both.
The hardest to befriend are those who care so little; lost within themselves, forgotten like a dream.
Those who refuse to be held, to be cared for.
Those who take the terrifying edge into oblivion.
Sometimes, befriending ourselves can be quite the challenge.
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